Charming is a Victorian Era Harry Potter roleplay set primarily in the village of Hogsmeade, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the non-canon village of Irvingly. Characters of all classes, both magical and muggle — and even non-human! — are welcome.

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    10.17 Election 1887 campaign ledgers are up!
    10.16 Kayte's changed her (Charming) face!
    10.10 Congrats to September's PW winners Olive and Miri!
    10.03 An update on the Hogwarts ban...
    10.01 It's now October~
    09.30 The AC Approaches
    09.24 We have new Wenches!
    09.24 A wild election deadline appears!
    09.14 Witch Weekly needs more Wenches!
    09.10 Hags have hired!
    09.05 Hags are Hiring & Update your CML Entries
    09.04 Congratulations to Lynn and Bree for winning August's PW!
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    Open Thread 
    Life as a working woman seemed to agree with her so far. She'd had some mishaps here and there but had managed those well enough. At the very least, she hadn't been sacked. It was tiring sometimes, though and she was still bitter that she wouldn't be able to continue going to school. She was sitting on her stoop as the sun was setting and generally just chilling when she saw someone approaching her.
    “We're the alley cats and they can throw their stones. They can break our hearts, they won't take our souls.”
    Lorna and this summer were not on good terms. Usually, she had liked the holidays, even if it meant doing chores and running errands for her mother, because she also got to roam about where she liked, wander about Hogsmeade as she pleased. But usually, she would be going back.

    If she were part-human, she certainly hadn't seen any effects of it. The smell of blood did nothing to her, she wasn't particularly pale, wasn't short and swarthy and shrewd, wasn't especially appealing to men and boys (although she supposed her mother would be pleased if that were so). So - she was to be turned out of Hogsmeade because she didn't know, couldn't say for sure. Four years ago, Lorna hadn't known about Hogwarts at all, would have been pleased for just one year. She supposed a lot had changed since then.  

    Still, it was August and she was no closer to coming to terms with the prospect of not going back, though she knew she should. Instead, she had tramped off on a long walk, with furious strides in spite of her meandering course. She'd just nearly barged straight into a broad-shouldered washerwoman, who looked as though she were going to shout her down, but Lorna was not in the mood for a lecture, so she dashed off at a faster pace. A little further down the street, she spotted a girl she knew* and, sufficiently distracted, Lorna tossed her a wave and jogged on over. "'Lo, Morgana," she began, once she'd caught her breath. Morgana had already started working, she'd heard. "How're things?"
    (*she was friendly with previous incarnations, lmk!)
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    Morgana perked up a little at the sight of Lorna. Well, at least the day was improving somewhat. There weren't many people that she thought of in a friendly manner mainly for their attitude towards her but Lorna was one of the all right sorts. She returned the wave and leaned back as she waited for the girl to finish making her approach.

    "Allo, Lorna," she replied. "Things are all right, I suppose except I work now. At the hospital tea room. It's an all right job." It was hardly her dream job but then again, Morgana had never ever had one of those. This was her lot in life and she had always just grudgingly accepted for all that she was more than fond of the boy she was set to marry. "How about you? D'you get to go back?"
    “We're the alley cats and they can throw their stones. They can break our hearts, they won't take our souls.”
    It didn’t take her much longer to reach Morgana. The other girl seemed talkative enough that she wouldn’t mind a bit of company, so, after glancing over her shoulder for any sign that the washerwoman had taken up chase - didn’t look like it - Lorna leant back against the wall, sliding slowly down it to settle beside Morgana on the stoop and catch her breath.

    “The tea room, huh?” Lorna echoed, thinking about her mother’s front for the brothel and the Painted Lady. She imagined the hospital tearoom would be - quieter, perhaps? White-walled, probably; sombre? Sterile? She didn’t think she’d ever set foot in there. It was - well, she suspected they’d pay fairly, at least. It wasn’t the sort of thing that sounded like it’d spiral into a career. “What made you choose there?” She piped up.

    She asked because she was curious. Curious, and because Morgana’s question in return was still needling at her, enough that she didn’t like to say it aloud. Lorna picked at some dirt under her fingernails for a moment before she thought she’d better get it over and out with - she shook her head jerkily. Well, at least she wasn’t the only one who’d have left Hogwarts this early. “Doesn’t look like it,” she muttered. “Not unless some bastard calling himself my father shows up on the doorstep for a summer miracle,” she added, with a snort. It was probably too much to ask, even for a miracle - whoever her father was, there was no chance he’d ever have known it.
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    "Yep," she confirmed when Lorna echoed her words. Her reason for choosing the tea room had been quite simple - it had been the only job she had been old enough to take. "Only decent, respectable job that would take on a fourteen year old with no NEWTS."

    So Lorna couldn't go back either. It was all intensely unfair, in her opinion. "Ah, due to that ban, huh?" Her reason was of the financial sort which rankled. Her father was an incredibly stupid man, in her opinion.
    “We're the alley cats and they can throw their stones. They can break our hearts, they won't take our souls.”